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Me:Miss you too, Boss Man.
Caleb:All I can think about is you, me, and the floor-to-ceiling windows at the penthouse.
Oh my God! I can only imagine what he wants to do, but I need to ask.
Me:What did you have in mind?
Caleb:You, naked, with your breasts pressed up against the glass. While I fuck your naughty pussy from behind.
I’ve always hated sexting and talking dirty on my phone. Somehow I don’t hate it when it’s Caleb.
Me:Is your cock hard just thinking about it?
Caleb:What do you think?
I giggle like a schoolgirl because I know the answer.
Me:I think a hard-on is a terrible thing to waste. Should I meet you there?
Holding my breath, I wait for his answer.
Caleb:Not today, love. Sometime this week. I’ll let you know.
Way to go. Get me all hot and bothered and shoot me down. Now I remember why I hate it so much!
Me:Okay. I need to find something to do because I’m bored out of my mind.
Caleb:Go to theHilton Spaand tell them I sent you. They’ll pamper you with a full-body massage, mud bath, and anything you want. On me.
Well, I do feel a little tense and it might be relaxing. I hate going alone but there’s no one to take with me. Should I or shouldn’t I? Well, it sure beats hanging out here.
Me:Thanks, Boss Man. You can let them know I’ll be there within the hour.
Caleb:Very good. Have fun and I’ll see you soon.
The bubbles stop so I don’t bother replying. It’s not the ultimate way to spend the day but I’ll take it. Anything that gets me the hell out of this house.
I pull into the spa parking lot around one in the afternoon. Seriously, this place looks more like a mansion than a spa. I’ve lived in Manhattan all my life so why didn’t I ever notice this here before? Might be because I never had a reason to be at a spa until today. In case you didn’t know, I’m not a high-maintenance kind of girl. As I mentioned before, I’m a tomboy, and pretty clothes and fancy cars aren’t my thing. I take that back. I might have changed my mind about a car since I now own a Benz. I still can’t wrap my head around that fact.
From the moment I walked inside the lobby, I was treated like a celebrity. I’ve no doubt it’s because of a certain someone. When I mentioned Caleb sent me they were falling at my feet. No, not literally, but you get my drift. I was escorted into a sauna. Then I was given a full-body massage. After that I took a scented mud bath. When that was over and I felt all loosey-goosey, I took a shower and sat down for a delicious brunch.
Once again Caleb came through for me without knowing I needed him.
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CALEB
I’m notsure if Willow took me seriously aboutpressing her up against the penthouse windows. I hope she did because I meant every word. What’s the point of having that kind of view of the city if I can’t share her with the world? That’s what I’d like her to think. Only I will know that they are blackout windows. We can see out, no one can see in. I can’t wait to find out if she’s an exhibitionist or not. If so, I’ll let her go on thinking that the people below can see her if they look up. My cock’s hard just visualizing how beautiful she’ll be.
Enough fantasizing for now. I have a business meeting in a few minutes, and the last thing I want is forRebel Riotto see me with a hard-on. I must admit, I’m not looking forward to meeting Zander Stone again. Especially after what he did to Quinn, my last PA. He’s a smooth talker and she fell for him, hook, line, and sinker. It ended in a messy breakup which thankfully stayed out of the tabloids. Let’s hope he doesn’t do anything to rile me up, because I won’t be so lenient this time around. I basically own his ass.
Rebel Riotwas one of the meetings I canceled after my weekend with Willow. Now I’m trying to play catch-up this week. No worries, one appointment at a time. Once I meet with them, I’ll only have three more and those are scheduled for end of week. I’ll be starting with a clean slate on Monday and then I can breathe.
I’m in the process of checking my home cameras when my office phone buzzes. Game time.
“Mr. Morris,Rebel Riot’shere for their two o’clock.”
“Send them right in.” Standing, I straighten my tie. Creature of habit. I lean on the front of my desk, appearing casual. I change my mind then fold my arms. Authoritative might work best with Zander.